2 comments/ 13223 views/ 4 favorites Perfect Night Ch. 02 By: PlainJane12 The water hit my skin, and I was immediately awake. He had the shower set on scalding! "Whoa! Too hot!" I yelled. He began to chuckle. "I tried to say no." Slowly, carefully, he laid me on the floor of the shower. It wasn't so hot down here. –Just warm and wet. It would have comfortable if it wasn't so hard. He was blocking me from getting hit directly by the shower stream, and his pants were getting soaked in the process. "You're ruining your nice pants," I pointed out. "Heaven forbid," he said, unzipping and pulling them down. He appeared to be wearing silk boxers underneath. It suddenly occurred to me that I was completely naked. I wondered how I looked. Did he still want me like he had before he gotten that damn bra off? The boxers came off. Well, the sight of me naked hadn't been a deal-breaking turn off obviously. I had never seen a naked man up close before and it suddenly occurred to me that this was a lot like a 3D movie. I giggled nervously. He paused. "I'll have you know I'm quite impressive, Virgin. This guy is anything but laughable." I propped myself up on my elbows. "I'm sorry. I'm getting confused. This. That. The logistics." I had always thought of tampons as being pretty invasive. This wasn't even going to work. How silly we had been getting all worked up, with his attack and my defense and all the foreplay – when this clearly was not physically possible. He crouched between my legs before putting his hands out and getting into a pushup position above me. –This was startling. His movement was too quick, and then the shower water came over him, hitting me straight on for the moment before he shielded me with his body once again. His chest touched mine and he kissed my nose. Then he put his knees on the floor and knocked my thighs a bit further apart. "Wait, wait wait wait. Michael, no." I put my hand on his chest. "You're too big. This isn't going to work." Water still sprayed me in the face here and there. He took my hand away and kissed me, deeply. He pushed me down back to the ground, then pulled both my hands above my head. He held them in one hand, then messaged my breast as he continued to kiss me. I melted into him, my brain leaving the building. Then, he moved, and his hardness moved on my leg, reminding me of his plans. "Michael," I tried to say, my mouth full of his tongue. I pulled away. "Michael." I moved my arms, trying to get out of his grip – but they didn't move. "Yes, Jane?" he replied, but looking into his eyes it was like he wasn't even there. Or he was, but he was looking back at some other Jane, someone so deep inside me she was in another universe. "I'm not ready," I blurted. "I want you. I want you to be the one. But, I'm not ready. Not yet. I think I remember reading about exercises... And we should date." "We will," he said, kissing me again. "I'll take you everywhere." He kissed me again. "I'll show you everything." He kissed me again. "You'll be wife someday." He kissed me especially long and hard then. I felt myself relax in his hands. Michael wanted to marry me. The man of my dreams wanted to marry me. My friends were going to be so jealous! "But tonight, I'm making you mine." My eyes opened. Now he was looking at me, not with that far off look, but with math and numbers in his eyes. His face had gone business. –Like he was striking a deal. I shook my head. I was having trouble breathing. There were tears in my eyes – or maybe water from the shower. "I'm not ready, Michael. Don't hurt me." He closed his eyes, and pulled me close for a hug. It was kind of annoying because with my chin over his shoulder I was really getting showered in the face. But at least he seemed to be listening. Then I felt it, so shocking that I involuntarily gripped him harder. His finger was inside me. "Jane," he said into my ear, "I have never been with a woman as wet as you are right now. You're ready. And you want me." "Maybe it's the shower?" I replied, voice high. Now he wasn't listening. He took my wrists in one hand again. Then with the other he reached down, and he began to move himself along the edges of me, teasing me with his monster. I lied back, shutting my eyes. My whole body was alive with the feel of him. I did want him inside me. It hurt not having him inside me. Almost like he knew what I was thinking, he stuck his tongue in my ear, startling me. "Eww!" I protested. "Come on, Jane. Ask me." "What?" "Tell me what you want." "What? I already told you, Michael, I don't want you to hurt me. We should wait." He moved himself a little closer to my opening. I was suddenly holding my breath. "Okay. I'm waiting." I was almost blind with wanting now. But I heard myself say, "Okay. Let me go. Let's call it a night." The hand that held my wrists loosened. I took a shaky breath and looked at him. He blinked at me. Then he let go, and got up. He left. It took me a few minutes, but I got up too. I stepped out of the shower, soaked, and found a towel. The contact case and solution were still on the bathroom floor. The nightshirt he leant me was there on the toilet. I thought about calling a taxi. But instead I found myself taking out my contacts and putting on the nightshirt. I walked out of the bathroom, and into his bedroom. He wasn't in there either. I got into the bed – the slippery, though perfectly soft bed. And though I was scared to death that he was angry at me, so angry that this whole thing had ended before it had begun, I was tired enough to just fall asleep. We could talk things over in the morning, after all. –When we were both a little more clear headed. "Here's what I don't understand," Michael said. My eyes were just opening, and it was light enough in the room I knew it had to be day already. I tried opening them all the way, but it was almost too bright. I could tell that Michael was sitting across the room in a chair. "You didn't leave. I gave you a chance to leave, and you didn't. So what are you doing?" I tried to sit up, but I couldn't. That's when I realized my hands were caught up in something soft, tangled in the sheets maybe. Michael was still talking. "When I accused you of being a tease last night, you claimed it was because none of those other guys were me. Well, look Jane – here I am. It's me." My nightshirt seemed to be missing. He walked over to the bed, and stood over me. "You wanted me, you have me." My eyes adjusted to the light. I looked over at my right wrist. "Did you tie me to the bed, Michael?" "You don't seem too upset about it." "Well, it's still early," I said honestly. My brain didn't often work before noon. He sat down on the bed beside me. He pulled down the covers. I now noticed was totally naked under there and my feet were tied down too. He regarded my body in the light. "Not so great in the light of day," I quipped, not able to look him. "Now you're probably getting that I did you a favor." I glanced at his face from the corner of my eye. He looked at me like I was an idiot. "Come on," I added, shaking what God gave me. "You can do better than this. You're big time. You're gorgeous, witty and super rich. Super rich enough to buy crap like that vase." "That vase isn't crap." "Okay, but, Michael. I mean, clearly, we need to talk about your self-esteem problems." "My self-esteem problems?" "Yes! You can have any girl you want. Any girl. Any girl. Yet here you are, hanging out with me. Jane. Plain Jane. Granted, I won an emmy. It was pretty awesome. I looked great in my dress, and I made a hilarious speech." "It wasn't nearly as hilarious as you thought it was," Michael said. "There you go." He reached out and grabbed my breast. His eyes stayed on it as he squeezed and fondled, pinching it when my nipple did eventually decide to get up. I licked my lips. "But that was just one night. One perfect night, sure – but it's over, Michael. That was, was... Cinderella time. You know? I had my one good night. I was the center of attention, and you got confused because usually I'm just the ugly stepsister and bam... I was the princess... and then," I paused, trying to ignore it as his head dipped down to take my other breast in his mouth. "Oh shit," I said, unable to ignore it. "Michael," I just managed to say, "You don't want me now... I'm turned back into a pumpkin." He sat up, letting go of me. I tried to shake the lust out of my head. "Jane," he said. "I have to admit, for the months and months that I have loved you, as I explained last night, I thought it was for your brain. And it's true, that magic is over. -Because you are clearly an idiot. You are a tease, and an idiot." "You don't want that," I said, smiling. Whatever. I knew this wasn't going to work out anyway. I mean sure, he was my dream guy, but me – happy? No. This was never going to work. At least now I could leave, virtue intact. He reached into the nightstand and pulled out a length of black material. He twisted it in his hands like a bandana. "No. So I'm not going to listen to you anymore." When I realized what he was doing, I tried to turn away, but it was no use. I could barely move anyway. "Michael, don't!" I began, and he put the length of material into my mouth, forcing his way behind my head to tie the ends. When he was done, he stood up and began to undress. "Maybe once you're mine, you'll be smarter," he said. "And once we're done today, you will be mine." Perfect Night Ch. 03 Er... what? He had pulled his shirt over his head and then... did some arm stretches. My jaw dropped. I had seen him naked last night, but I had been pretty drunk, tired, and the lighting was not what it was now. Somehow I had missed how thick and perfectly sculpted his arms were. He turned as he folded his shirt carefully, revealing the hard lines of muscle in his back. The gag in my mouth soaked up the drool. But my eyes were wide enough that when he sneaked a glance at me, he smiled and struck a little pose. –Though he shyly stopped almost immediately. When did this guy have time to work out? We worked in pretty much the same place, pretty much same hours. I spent plenty of free time at the gym, but not enough time to diminish the chub, just enough time to keep from breathing too hard when I had to used the stairs. But that was my life. -Work, work, work, gym, sleep, work. Michael on the other hand, I knew had a social life. He was always caught at some restaurant surrounded by young hot nobodies who wanted a picture and ended up getting in his car with him at the end of the night. I assumed he had a crazy playboy sex life – maybe that's where the calories went. He slid out of his pants. Oh shit! That's right. That's why nothing happened last night. I'm not one of those people who can approximate measure offhand just looking at a thing. And I don't know what's average for a dude. Michael's the only guy I've seen naked in person. But I've seen statues. And sure – I've taken the free tours of a few naked man sites online. Give me a break, I'm a virgin who's about to be thirty any minute. So I've looked. So I thought I had an idea of what's normal. Michael was not normal. Or maybe he was? But the dimensions were off. Tampons freaking hurt. I can't even get the jumbo size tampons in. He sneaked another look at me as he folded his pants. I looked at him, eyes wide, and shook my head. Now he turned toward me, regarding me curiously. "Are you really that scared?" he asked. I nodded my head. "Why?" I tried to answer, "That thing, there!" It didn't come through the gag so well, but I think he understood me. "You're afraid it will hurt." I tried rolling the gag around in my mouth to get better sound out. "I'm afraid it won't work." I think only "afraid," "won't," and "work," were discernible. Michael's jaw dropped. "It'll work! Believe me, baby – this guy always works." He thought I was worried he'd be dysfunctional! I shook my head vigorously in exasperation. "No! Won't fit!" "Don't start choking again!" he admonished. Last night he tried stuffing a handkerchief in my mouth and almost killed me. I suppose he put a little more thought into his plan today. I rolled my eyes at him. He began playing with my breast. "You said you wanted me, Jane. You said I was the one. But you're rejecting me now because you're afraid of something new." No, I was rejecting him because of something huge. And not rejecting him – not really. I just, this was all going so fast, and I was not ready. And oh my – he put his mouth on my breast. Oh Michael. One hand toyed with the unmouthed breast, but I began to feel the fingers of his other hand trailing down the length my body, scraping through the hair down there, and then... Touching things that shouldn't be touched, things only I had touched up until last night when he almost took me for his own. Both his hands seemed to be doing the same thing, but in very different areas. Circles. Pinching. Massaging. Oh, things were building up down below, and I wanted more, but no – this wasn't going to work. I couldn't take it. I closed my eyes and turned away, trying to work my arms free. I tried my legs; they were tied down pretty well too. –Then his hand moved to my thigh, stilling my attempts at kicks with firm, unmovable pressure. "Settle down, Jane," he said. He began to crawl onto the bed, straddling one of my legs. Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap. He was going to do this. He looked down at me, all muscle and hard eyes. He reached for the gag, saying, "Don't scream," and it occurred to me I hadn't screamed – not yet. I could. I didn't want to draw attention to myself, but that was what rape victims, er, forceful seduction victims did, right? Scream? He didn't take the gag off. He loosened it, pulling the drool-soaked thing out of my mouth and up over my eyes. Ugh! "Michael, listen," I began, but his mouth was on mine in an instant. He was heavy, and each of his movements felt unstoppable. His maleness felt weird against my leg; I couldn't figure out how I felt about the way it pressed into my much too chubby thighs. I was melting under him, into him. I didn't care; I just wanted more. He smelled so good. Suddenly his hand was down below, sliding around the shape of me. Then, suddenly, he took his mouth off mine. "Michael?" He kissed me gently on the chin, and I could feel his weight shift as he moved both his legs between mine. The restraints already had my thighs parted, but I found myself spreading them even more. He paused, unmoving above me. I shut my eyes even harder beneath the blindfold, and set my teeth. Oh, this was going to hurt. "Jane, you'll be mine forever. I promise..." I felt the backs of his fingers brush my cheek. "I promise you won't regret me. You're so wet, Jane. It won't be so bad. Just relax. You're all clenched up. Relax Jane." He kissed my nose. "Relax Jane." He lightly kissed my lips. "Relax Jane." I swallowed, vaguely aware that he was right; if this was going to happen it would be better if I tried to keep things loose. I tried to clear my head enough to let go of the tension. I recalled examinations at the gyno – trying to open enough to get the horrible metal thing in. "Do you have protection?" I asked suddenly, voice high, buying time... For some reason. What was my plan? Why was my brain only working in pieces? Why couldn't I focus? Why couldn't I escape?? "You're not on the pill?" he asked. "Well, yes – but..." "Don't worry then," he said, kissing me again. He tried to help me, using his finger to gently prod at me. "Are you ready, Jane?" he asked. I opened my mouth. His cell phone rang. I turned to the sound, still unable to see anything through the blindfold. His ringtone was the muppets' theme. He seemed to slump a little on top of me. After taking a deep breath, "Just ignore it," he said. Da daa da dada da da, da daa da dada da. "Uh..." I said. He hadn't moved either. Da daa da dada da da, "Muppet show tonight!" I added. "It'll go to voicemail," Michael said. Da daa da dada da da, da daa da dada da. It was still playing. I couldn't help but grin. Da daa da dada da da, da daa da dada da. "Oh my God," Michael said. I felt him hovering, maybe just waiting for the song to end. Or maybe... "Take the call, Michael." I tried to sound serious and business-like. Sure, it would buy me more time to think. But he was a serious player in this business. We both were now. Da daa dada da da, da daa da dada da... "This is more important," he said. "I don't think I'm going anywhere," I replied, wiggling in my restraints. He groaned. He got off me. Okay, Jane think. He was going through his clothes. Da daa dada da da. I had always been good at puzzles. Maybe if I didn't pull at the restraints, maybe if I moved in the direction opposite what my natural instincts were... "This is Michael," Michael answered his phone. I paused, realizing he had decided to stay in the room. Why, Michael?! I couldn't very well not try to be rescued, but damn... I did not want someone else to know what was happening. This was too embarrassing. I was naked, after all! Still. Seriously. I had saved myself this long. We hadn't even been on a date. I was not into bondage... well, I never thought I was. And I had an Emmy! I didn't want my perfect night ruined with sex I wasn't ready for. I didn't want my first time to be regrettable, nor my perfect night marred by a bad first time. Finally, I did it – I screamed. In retrospect, it would probably have been better to have yelled for help or something. The wind was knocked out of me as he immediately landed on top of me, putting his forearm in my mouth. "What? ...Oh, yeah, sorry. Women. They see one cockroach," he said. Then he yelled, "The roach spray's in the bathroom!" He paused, but added, "Jane!" to the end of his sentence. Oh fudge. I could instant jabber on the phone. Someone was excited and rambling. "Yeah. Jane's here," Michael said. I could hear the smile in his voice. "She missed her ride last night." I was going to kill him. I stretched my right arm toward the bed frame, trying to play with the cloth he had used to restrain me. He laughed, "Yeah, we're doing well." He kissed me on the nose. I felt the metal design that the cloth had been wrapped around on the other end. I tried scooting closer to trace my fingers, and Michael made a point of keeping me still. But I was a little closer. Shocked, I discovered that the design of the headboard was such that I could slip the restraint off the bed and free my hand. "No, we haven't had breakfast. Maybe that's why she's so grumpy. Believe me, Andy – Jane is not a morning person." That's it. I pulled myself to the right, as far as I could go under Michael, and ripped the cloth up and around the metal nooks, crooks and bars that made his headboard, finally slipping my hand free. I immediately ripped the blindfold off my eyes – just in time to see Michael's surprised face as he simultaneously tried to stop me and not fumble the phone. His arm was out of my mouth, and I yelled, "Help! Help! Help!" like a bizarre alarm clock. The phone landed on my chest as he tried to stop me with his hands – and I knocked the phone to the floor on the opposite side of the room. We both looked at it. His hands were on my mouth. My free hand was on his arm. We could hear the faint sounds of Andy trying to find out what just happened. Michael looked at me. I looked at him. He looked pissed. "Michael! What's wrong?!" demanded the tinny voice on the phone. With a weird growl, he leapt off of me to get the phone. I started in my, "Help! Help! Help!" while attacking the restraint on my other arm with my free hand. Both hands were free! "Sorry Andy – Jane slipped; I have to go!" He shut off the phone. I was sitting up, working on my left foot. He grabbed me, pushing me back down to the bed. But my foot was loose – and I kicked him. "Damn it, Jane!" He pinned down my free leg with his own, and pulled my arms up above my head. I kept struggling. He kissed me, pushing his tongue into my mouth. Holding both my wrists in one of his hands, his other went to my breast. And then I gasped! A sudden, overwhelming pain shot through me – he had ripped through me! He just did it. He was inside. I couldn't breathe. I felt like someone had taken an axe to me, just leaving it there, wedged inside me to the point I might split. My legs started to convulse, as if they didn't know what to do. "Relax, Jane," he said. He let go of my hands. I didn't know what to do with them. He propped himself up on his forearms, and looked down at me, worried. "You're mine now, Jane. You understand?" He wiped tears from my eyes I didn't notice were there. "I won you." Slowly I let my hands come to rest on his upper arms. He was so big. He continued, "I got you into my house. I carried you into my room. I tried to seduce you. Now I've taken you. You're mine." I was mindless. Pain. Pleasure. I'd always wanted to be his, but I couldn't breathe. He kissed me lightly on the lips. He asked again, "Do you understand?" I nodded my head. He didn't even warn me! -Well, apart from everything that happened in the last twelve hours. Other than that, he hadn't even warned me! "Good," he said. He lowered his face to mine and began to kiss me, not as deeply as he had previously, but it was exploratory and sensual. Suddenly, a deep, earth-shattering shudder went through my body, surging out of what he had torn open and spilling over every atom in me. He paused. "Did you just... Already? I haven't even started yet." Scattered like marbles, I heard myself say, "Well you better get going before I'm done for the day." Then I felt him raise his hips, drawing himself out of me a bit, then jutting back into me again. "Oh!" I said into his tongue. He ignored me. He did it again; the slow draw out, the quick jab back in. My whole body clenched, and I groaned into his mouth. He did it again. -And again, a split second sooner than he had previously. Next thing I knew, it was becoming regular like a music beat. I was still sore, but part of me was needing more of it. "More," I asked into his tongue. He stopped kissing me. He looked into my eyes and smiled. He pushed further into me, and I bucked uncomfortably. He took a hold of my hips, and slowly got onto his knees while holding onto me, making sure he didn't slip out. He pulled me up, having me sit on top of him, and I couldn't help sinking down so that he was up even further inside me. I yelped when I felt it go as far as it could. I was building again. He squeezed my bottom, and said, "You belong to me, Jane. You're my prize." His voice, so possessive, so primal, sent me over, again. Weak from feeling, I slumped into his arms, resting my forehead on his shoulder, my arms draped around his neck. "You're not done, Jane," he said. "I can't do more," I said. He grabbed my hips again, and now began to move them up and down on his lap. "Help me, Jane," he said. Oh shit. I used my legs for support and tried pushing on his shoulders to lift myself. Oh dear. The man was trying to bore a hole in me the depth of the Grand Canyon. His mouth was on my neck, sometimes his hands were on my breasts. "Oh, Michael!" He threw me off him, onto the bed! I was too dazed to argue, but I was empty again. He turned me over, much as he had when he had tried to get my bra off the night before. But I was naked already. He spread my legs as far as they could go, and slid in again, easily. He began pumping me hard and fast, and I grabbed one of his pillows for some sort of purchase, but my whole body was being rocked by his slamming into me. I felt weightless, untethered by gravity or sense. The only thing left in reality was Michael; his hard, huge manhood finding me, tormenting me, loving me, moving inside me and making me, finally, his. And then Michael screamed my name, and I felt him pour into me. Once more, my body lost control in response. Michael fell onto my back. We were both covered in sweat. "Okay," I said. "You win." "I'd like to thank the academy," he said, kissing my ear. This was turning out to be the perfect day.